Chris stopped by the hospital with me after our anniversary dinner. I needed to check on our daughter’s swab results (Influenza A, yay, real romantic). Anyway, I love this photo he snapped in my office.
We wrapped the Nutcracker today. We wrapped the college course I taught tonight. So much community, so many feelings, so much bittersweet relief. I’m glad my kids get to watch me say yes, and I’m glad my kids get to watch me end things as well.
I remember this date not because of Pearl Harbor’s story, but because of my own personal history attached to it… my grandfather never failed to remind me of this date, quizzing me year after year. This is my first Pearl Harbor anniversary without him. I remembered, Papa.
Another day, another shooting, another sit-down with my children who already know more than most adults the difference between the right to bear arms and the accountability that much accompany such privilege.
My stint as college professor ends today. I am so proud of these students and also so in love with community college culture and also so exhausted.
I probably say sorry too much; better to err there than in not saying it enough, I think.
I sat through a presentation today regarding my hospital’s master facility plan, a ten-year process by which we hope to expand services and upgrade facilities in a way that serves our community. I appreciate the care and effort taken by a locally-owned hospital that answers to tax-payers and elected officials who live and work right here. What struck me, though, was when my boss drew attention to our financial trends. We’ve been paying off debt for years without investing anything at all in our future.
Sometimes, you’ve gotta do both. I’m not just talking about money.